Chicano Poet

Saturday, March 23, 2013

El Hormiguero

He let
the ants bite her ankles

in a sign of love
which he learned

from a devoted uncle
whose head

was far removed.
The ants

up to her waist.
Her lips

smiled in pain.
Love doesn't

have to be
this way

her friends
told her.

Free of ants
what did they know?


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